TROLLSLUM 7: No roleplaying. Profiles only. FINAL DESTINATION.

[Xanaomin]

> Be the cool cannibal.

suʀe bʀo

You are now Voralano Ishkabarr. You're 10 solar sweeps old. You're not in the military, because they just ain't cool. You're pretty chill for a troll. Nothing makes you lose your cool. Some trolls might annoy you somewhat, but it doesn't matter, they usually get culled a few seconds after. By you. And then they get eaten. By you. You're a cannibal by the way, didn't I mention that?

You predictably don't have any phychic ability, but it's not like you need any. All you need is your cool-dude bravado and your SilverwareKind strife specibus. You like exploring the planet, meating meeting new snacks trolls to associate with, and generally being a cool bro.


Your blood is a dark blue hue, which is pretty cool. Your lusus is a cool-bro-penguin, pictured above, who you seldom see since he lives in the water and you aren't an easily edible fish a royal seadweller. But that's cool. If you put enough cool into your hive, he shows up occasionally to check in on you. Brofists are abound, bounty is shared, and then you part ways like the two cool bros that you are.

You don't have a fetch modus. You just put stuff in your pockets, because you're cool like that.

Though you think that it's much cooler to talk to trolls face to face rather than through a screen, you bothered getting a TrollTag so that people can contact you when nessessary. ѱou speak ʀeallѱ calm and shoʀt sentances bʀo

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Name:Voralano Ishkabarr
Blood color: Dark hued blue, #000f49
Gender: Bro
Age: 10 solar sweeps
Lusus: Penguin
Strife Specibus: SilverwareKind
TrollTag: chilledBro
Typing Chatting quirk: No caps or punctuation, short comments, r = ʀ y = ѱ
Symbol:

[Ectricark]

> Be the chill one.

Your name is CORAZ LAMPADES. You’re okay with that. You’re OKAY WITH A LOT OF THINGS. You’re 6.9 solar sweeps old, and can’t wait to turn 7. You live in your large FORTRESS-HIVE far from any other trolls. Your lusus’ name is Kharos. He is a PHOENIX, an Alternian bird of prey capable of spewing ice and other freezing substances. As such your hive is UNCOMFORTABLY COLD to all outsiders.

You possess VISION SINGLEFOLD, and as such have NO VISUAL POWERS WHATSOEVER. You have some pretty sick BLUE SHADES though. Your blood is ULTRAMARINE, which besides looking PRETTY AWESOME also makes you nobility according to the HEMOSPECTRUM. You honestly couldn’t CARE LESS.

Your RESPITEBLOCK is outfitted with PRETTY HIGH-END STUFF, but the fancy atmosphere is KIND OF RUINED by the NUMEROUS SAWS HANGING FROM THE WALLS. Your clothing is likewise unusual, as you wear COMMONERS’ CLOTHES. You think they make you look like SOME KIND OF COOLKID.

You have some INTERESTS too, but they CHANGE RANDOMLY. Currently you enjoy CLOUDING for FLARP SESSIONS, but you don’t engage in it yourself. One of your few CONSTANT INTERESTS is coffee, and you always have your MR. GRUBBY coffee machine by your desk. You dislike GRUB SAUCE and FIRE, and prefer not to talk about the subject. You’re also not a fan of COMBAT, but are pretty handy with SAWS in general, and will FLIP THE FUCK OUT if someone enters your home unannounced. You keep a couple saws in your SYLLADEX under your WIKI WALK MODUS, which lets you take out items as long as they’re relevant to your current one. Yeah, Your chumHandle is holisticBlasphemer. Dude, you start your sentences with some pretty chill words, and usually laugh after you're done talking haha.

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- Chumhandle: holisticBlasphemer [HB]
- Text color/Blood Color: Dark Blue
- Title: Sage of Dreams
- Planet: Land of Dusk and Forests
- Consorts: Dryads
- Lusus: Phoenix
- Typing quirk: Completely omits periods; Sentences are often followed by an xD or various laughter onomatopoeia.
- Symbol: Sign of summoning for the demon Aciel, the God Burner.
- Strife Specibus: Sawkind
- Personality: Calm and easygoing, hard to anger. Prefers to watch from the sidelines rather than get down and dirty, but will not hesitate to beat you down if you invade his twilit realm. He dislikes fire, and nearly worships coffee.

[eginald mcmuffin]

> Be the Haemotologist



Ascraican "Rai" Sathe

You are now ASCRAICAN SATHE, Although you prefer to go by RAI.

You are a rather COMPOSED GENTLEMEN unlike most trolls. You are 7 sweeps old, and often seen as an ANOMALY to most other trolls, for a variety of reasons. You live in your CLINIC-HIVE, having it open for any damaged trolls to come on in. You are a DOCTOR, after all.

You have an affinity for UNCHARACTERISTICALLY NICE CLOTHING, which often pisses off those true to the caste. You have a perversed view of said caste, Feeling pity for the overly violent high-bloods and associating yourself with the lower-bloods. You enjoy the HEALING only slightly more than the HURTING. You always have your trusty SYRINGE-KIND specibus with you, due to your INHERENT PARANOIA from a SCARRING INCIDENT that you will not indulge at this time.

You have an unnatural FEAR of all HIGHBLOODS, as well as constantly BANDAGED HANDS with HOLES in the palms and a STAPLED CHEST, Once again due to said INCIDENT. Your lusus is a TREEANT, and he chills outside your CLINIC. You have a VAST COLLECTION of MEDICAL EQUIPMENT, as well as EXTRA ROOMS in your HIVE for PATIENTS. Your block has a really big COMPUTER, your personal stash of MEDICAL SUPPLIES, and your CLOSET. Pretty empty besides that.

Your TrollTag is physicalMechanic and you +end +o speak in ra+her verbose ways, as well in a soo+hing +one. [+]

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Name:Ascraican "Rai" Sathe
Blood color: Mustard/olive yellow, #999900
Gender: Male
Age: 7 solar sweeps
Lusus: Treant
Strife Specibus: SyringeKind
TrollTag: physicalMechanic
Typing Chatting quirk: Long words, t's = + sing, ends with [+]
Symbol: Rod of asclepius/Staff of hermes

[indubitablyLevifidus]

> Be the weird one.


Success!

You are now the weird one. But most just call you LAEDOS OCIDEN.
You're 6 sweeps old, and you're obsessed with the AMAZING action flick called IN WHICH A TROLL AND HIS HOOFBEAST-LUSUS TRAVEL ACROSS BARREN, CACTI-RIDDEN WASTELANDS AND SAVES TROLLS IN THEIR HIVES WHICH ARE UNDER ATTACK BY THIEVES. Most other trolls think it's shitty and backwards, but for you, it is quite AMAZING AND ADVENTUROUS. You strive to be like that HEROIC TROLL on his horse-lusus.

In fact, your lusus is a hoofbeast! This has been an uplifting factor for all sweeps of your life, instead of the DEPRESSING RELATIONSHIPS trolls seem to have with their lusii. For some reason, your lusus doesn't need to eat. It's taught you it's ways, and you don't seem to crave food either. This has caused your FAT REDISTRIBUTION to be a little off, PUBERTY-WISE. This has caused you to have a SLIGHTLY ANDROGYNOUS FRAME. Everything else seems to be fine, however.

Upon striving to be a WESTERN HERO, you're always wearing your TRUSTY BOOTS, HANDY GLOVES, and SNAZZY VEST. But you are really just a WANNABE HERO. You tried to BLEACH your hair once, but only got a part of it done before your SCALP started to BURN HORRENDOUSLY, which it still does when you have a HEADACHE. You have a sense of HEROISM and JUSTICE, but you're also fairly SIMPLE-MINDED. You tend to charge into things HEAD-ON, with a sense of NAIVETY. You are also fairly EXCITABLE. Your walls are covered in posters from your favorite flick. You are really quite a SIMPLE TROLL. You love to see EVIL-DOERS receiving JUSTICE, but this could be a bit of your TROLL SADISM coming into play.

Of course, you have your strife specibus allocated to LASSOKIND. What else could it be? Really. Nothing's better. It seems to have shards of a sharp material stranded into the threads, but shhh. You use the MIC MODUS, even though it has nothing to do with your INTERESTS. It requires you to describe the item in a detailed enough manner that the modus can recognize it. This does, however, sometimes cause it to pick up RANDOM CRAP.

Later in the game, you will carry the title SENTRY OF LOSS, and reside in the LAND OF LAKES AND CANDLES. But that's later. For now, you just live in your HUTHIVE by the CLIFFS.

Your trolltag is equitasPueriliter and you love to exclaym thyngs! But never too loudly! Yee ha!

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Name = Laedos Ociden
Trolltag = equitasPueriliter
Text/Blood = #A1B982 Pale Green
Age = 6 Sweeps
Quirk = Replaces "i"s with "y"s, always capitalizes the word "JUSTICE" and only uses "!"s at the ends of sentences.
Lusus = A hoofbeast
Powers = Doesn't eat. That's it.
Strife Specibus = lassokind
Fetch Modus = Mic Modus (You have to say what the item is, but it has to be detailed enough for the modus to recognize it.)
Symbol = Some symbol that you're pretty sure was spit out of randomness.
Physical Traits = Skinny/lean. AVERAGE AVERAGE AVERAGE
Personality Traits = A little derpy, naive, justice-oriented, a bit of a fail, excitable, slightly sadistic, adamant.
Interests = JUSTICE, saving innocents, hoofbeast-riding, mastering your modus.

[Renegade Electron]

> Be the eye-hurting one.

HEY, iT'S A LEGiTiMATE THiNG TX DX


You are now SIZARA BLIRUN.

You always wear BRIGHT, EYE-HURTING OUTFITS because you think it helps DETER POTENTIAL ENEMIES who can't stand to look at your RETINA-SEARING GARMENTS long enough to ATTACK YOU. It has worked SOMEWHAT WELL - some attackers are repulsed, while others are INCITED INTO ATTACKING by your BLINDING CLOTHING. Your own VISION is slightly IMPAIRED from PROLONGED EXPOSURE to your OCULARLY UNFRIENDLY SUITS.

Your hobbies include using the BRIGHT-COLOR TACTIC on other objects, leading you to PAINT your HIVE and the surrounding TREES violent hues of MAGENTA, WHITE, YELLOW, GREEN, AND CYAN. Inside your HIVE, though, you counteract the CORNEA-BURNING HUES with dark, subtle tones. It keeps you from going COMPLETELY BLIND. With all the PAINT you have, you've also taken up PAINTING, which has led to "MASTERPIECES" such as the SLICE OF SEEDLESS WATERMELON IN THE DAYTIME SKY and the LIGHTNING BOLT STRIKING GRASS IN THE DAYTIME. (You don't have the RIGHT COLORS to do night, or dark clouds, or anything that's not IRIS-FRYINGLY BRIGHT. You need to WORK ON THAT.)

Your BRIGHT-COLORS TACTIC has even spread to ONLINE, where you speak in a SLIGHTLY LESS BRIGHT COLOR so people can READ IT. Other trolls generally assume you are COLORBLIND when they see your CLOTHES, and have a WIDE RANGE OF RESPONSES (from CRUEL LAUGHTER to "HELPFUL" POINTERS.) You ignore them and don't really bother to REBUT them.

Your trolltag is cataractCreator and you SHXUT iN A WAY THAT iS JUST AS ABRASiVE AS THE CXLXRS YXU WEAR

[MeiMei]

I mean literally, you have NEVER EVEN SEEN SEA, nor could you even SWIM.

My brownblood Tiras could probably teach him to swim; she has a cave-lake, after all.

[Xanaomin]

>Second offense: HORN OVERLOAD! You can do what you want with your troll's horns, but be sensible- the horns this girl is sporting would be far too heavy, not to mention impractical.

Sorry, but I think cannon blew this theory out of the water.

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Those horns are bigger than he is!

[Thunder Reign]

>Second offense: HORN OVERLOAD! You can do what you want with your troll's horns, but be sensible- the horns this girl is sporting would be far too heavy, not to mention impractical.

Sorry, but I think cannon blew this theory out of the water.

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Those horns are bigger than he is!

...That's Tavro's ancestor, someone who was already a mutant, someone who lived a long time ago, and someone who looks ridiculous. None of the current canon trolls have horns like that.

[MostlyHarmless]

All the ancestors have bigger horns then their descendants and given that the ancestors of the current trolls are clones, that would suggest that troll horns grow with age. So it would still be pretty unlikely that a young or adolescent troll would have horns that big.

[Xanaomin]

...That's Tavro's ancestor, someone who was already a mutant, someone who lived a long time ago, and someone who looks ridiculous. None of the current canon trolls have horns like that.

The point was, trolls' horns can't be too heavy if he's sporting them with such a small frame. Old or not, he existed.

[Thunder Reign]

Uh, alright? Honestly, the gist of my point was that "don't make horns that are huge you look like a goddamn idiot", I can go back and reword that if you want I guess?

[MeiMei]

You know, maybe the 'big horn thing' can work out if the horns are hollow? Or, like, filled with a lightweight marrow inside? Like, they look big, but they're not as heavy as they look. /just a suggestion/

[Xanaomin]

Eh, you don't need to if you don't want to. Just felt like pointing something out. :L
I agree with the whole idiocy-looking horn thing, I mean, look at my trolls' simple horns. But maybe people are going for the idiot look, so it's nice to know that technically it CAN happen cannonwise.

[Serious Pirate]

I mean literally, you have NEVER EVEN SEEN SEA, nor could you even SWIM.

My brownblood Tiras could probably teach him to swim; she has a cave-lake, after all.

Eugh, sorry for the late response, I forgot to actually send the reply earlier.

Anyway, Tiras would first have to get Torent to actually admit he can't swim. I mean after realizing that he is lying. But he isn't really good at lying so if Tiras isn't a complete doofus, it shouldn't be too hard to find out.

[MeiMei]

I mean literally, you have NEVER EVEN SEEN SEA, nor could you even SWIM.

My brownblood Tiras could probably teach him to swim; she has a cave-lake, after all.

Eugh, sorry for the late response, I forgot to actually send the reply earlier.

Anyway, Tiras would first have to get Torent to actually admit he can't swim. I mean after realizing that he is lying. But he isn't really good at lying so if Tiras isn't a complete doofus, it shouldn't be too hard to find out.

lol that'd be hard to do, she's pretty shy. But if he stumbled across her cave LOOKING FOR TREASURE YARR...... *leaves thought hanging*

[Pew01]

>Be the sob story

c@n you just SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND YOU MORON


You are now ANGAST IGNORE. You are 5.5 sweeps old. Your blood is of a mutant BIOLUMINESCENT CYAN color, which has a small glow that eminates from it. You are blind in your EXPOSED EYE. You do not want to talk about it right now. Maybe later, when you CALM DOWN FROM ONE OF YOUR PERIODS OF b3ing m@d @nd not using @ny quirks. You live in an underground hive, which is pretty nice for being a mutantblood. Mainly because you almost can pass off as a cyan blood. Just not quite. However, if you were discovered to be a mutant one day, you would be culled on the spot. You have constant mood shifts, most of them depressed or angry. You have very few friends, but one of them is SETERN UVAGRE.

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After dealing with his willow tree lusus

[Otome]

And then I felt the need to completely overhaul Thalia's bio and sprites. Jegus this took forever.

==> Be the terrible chef.



Well, that'ֆ a mean thing to ֆay!~♪

==> Be the one who really needs a hairbrush.



Honeֆtly, you don't have to be ֆo rude!~♪

==> Be the musician.



Better~!~♪

Your name is THALIA AOIDE.

Since a young age you have had a GREAT PASSION FOR MUSIC- both appreciating the compositions of others and performing it yourself. You have a particular love for MUSIC OF THE CLASSICAL VARIETY, and as such your idols include TROLL MOZART, TROLL BEETHOVEN and the like. Though you have proficiency with a fair few instruments, your preffered choice is the FLUTE.

You have been encouraged through the journals of your ANCESTOR, CARRISIME KHARIS CANTUCOR- a TRAVELLING MUSICIAN who was rather well-reknowed in her lifetime. You often enjoy LEARNING THE ORIGINAL MUSIC COMPOSITIONS she left behind, and as such your room is full of loose sheets of paper from your endeavors.

Not only did you inherit the compositions from her, but also her flute, a well-used halberd and some of her clothes. Mostly, the clothes do not fit you, but you put the halberd to much use whilst practicing the fine art of ANIMAL TAMING. It was a hobby you initially took up out of NECESSITY due to the VIOLENT NATURE of your BAT LUSUS, but you have come to QUITE ENJOY IT. Due to this, you have accumulated a wide array of VICIOUS BEASTS; however, to avoid having them destroy your hive, you KEEP THEM OUTDOORS.

Conveniently you live in quite a SECLUDED AREA of Alternia, good for both finding animals and keeping them captive without harming others. Your hive is a RENOVATED BELFRY situated by a LAKE- the latter being a source of MUCH DISTRESS for you due to the fact that you are TERRIFIED OF WATER. Though you can mostly stand it in small amounts, large bodies of it send you into full-blown PANIC ATTACKS. This phobia is due to an incident in your youth in which you NEARLY DROWNED- you really DISLIKE TALKING ABOUT IT, though, and tend to avoid the subject at all costs.

You are generally VERY POLITE to everyone, though if you're pushed too much you can LOSE YOUR TEMPER. You're cheerful and you like to SEE THE BEST IN EVERYTHING, whether it be other trolls or bad situations; you give everything the BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. Some can find your tolerant nature a bit ANNOYING, especially when you refuse to accept that someone isn't what they seem and end up GETTING HURT.

Despite your relatively calm, sweet nature, you're NOT ADVERSE TO VIOLENCE and don't back down from fights. You're NOT VERY PHYSICALLY STRONG, nor do you have any special psychic abilities, but you are SKILLED WITH YOUR HALBERD. This means that you can normally hold your own against stronger opponents while armed.

A hobby of yours that drives almost everyone you know insane is your obsession with COOKING. If you were good at it, it probably wouldn't be a source of much hassle to those around you- but as it stands you are ABSOLUTELY FUCKING TERRIBLE at it. Your favourite thing to attempt to bake is CAKES, and for some unfathomable reason they almost always END UP EXPLODING. It could be something to do with your HORRIBLE TIME-KEEPING SKILLS- or it could just be that you're an awful cook. Both are pretty true.

Your trolltag is vivaciousMuse and you type in a poֆitively musical manner~♪

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Title: Tamer of Space
Land: Land of Seas and Frogs
Denizen: Jörmungandr
Consorts: Sea Minks
Moon: Prospit
Blood Colour: #283A90
Text Colour: #283A90
Lusus: Giant Bat
Fetch Modus: Musical Score Modus- each card has a musical score on the back, you have to play the notes to retrieve the item.
Strife Spectibus: PolearmKind
Symbol: Treble Clef

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[MeiMei]

^ Yay yay yay another musically-inclined troll.

[MeiMei]

Not doubleposting, just putting up a new (wip) app.

>Be the old-ass wizard.



Your name is MAGUS STECHEN. You are 21 sweeps old, or 45.5 by human standards, or OLD AS HELL by any other standards.

Your primary interest is MAGIC, that is, your PSYCHIC ABILITIES OF ELEMENTAL NATURE. You come from a long line of MAGES who wield powerful secrets of ENERGY MANIPULATION. You were taught magic by your ALICORN LUSUS, and by now you search for other lowbloods with POTENTIAL to be MAGES AS WELL. You haven't had much luck, as you find yourself becoming QUICKLY ANNOYED with younger trolls, usually wasting your energy on ONE-UPPING them.

Your eyes are ALWAYS GLOWING due to your EXTENDED USAGE of your powers. You don't really mind though, cause it's PRETTY DAMN COOL.

You haven't taken the time to get a trolltag yet, but when you do, you will most likely have a habit of FUCKING emphasising your swears, cause those little DOUCHEBITCHES are FUCKING annoying, GODDAMMIT.

Your weapon specialty is STAFFKIND, and your MAGICKIND is clearly obvious.

Now get offa my FUCKING lawn, you damn kids!!

[OuroboricAcid]

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This is my first attempt at making a fantroll. I tried to keep things reasonable and not use so many gimmicks, but I might have gotten carried away. Criticism is very welcome.

> Be somebody else.

Impossible; there is no one else, anywhere.

> Be GOD.

You are already GOD. At no instance were you anything else.

Your name is DESCAR CELSUS. Along with the entire universe, you are seven sweeps old. You accept with good cheer the fact that you are THE ONLY PERSON WHO ACTUALLY EXISTS. Your entire world is a HOLOGRAM, a part of the massive, ultrahigh-resolution SIMULATION known to you as "reality." Nobody has been able to convince you otherwise, because their programming is not sophisticated enough. Your blood is midnight blue, which is fine, because the entire hemospectrum is simply an ILLUSION. Though other trolls worry about the possibility of being culled, you laugh at it, because are sure you CANNOT DIE, and even if you could, such an act would surely DESTROY THE UNIVERSE.

You are UTTERLY BEAUTIFUL, which of course makes sense, because you are basically GOD. You agree with other trolls that fashion is a POINTLESS FRIVOLITY- after all, why do you care what holograms think of your appearance? However, you are extremely fond of exotic BEAUTY PRODUCTS to maintain the radiant splendor that is your NATURAL BODY. You spend MOST OF YOUR WAKING HOURS attending to your skin, hair and horns, making sure your corpus remains FLAWLESS. You are also an avid PERFUMER, and enjoy going out into the world to hunt down the reagents required to create the kind of potent, irresistible SCENTS worthy of adorning your person.

You are very skilled with the PYROTECHNICS strife specibus, which is the only strife specibus with the appropriate level of magnificence to be used in combat. It also allows you to utilize a long-distance fighting style, so your dazzling perfection will not be MARRED by the filthy hands of UNWORTHY TROLLS. In comparison, you have considerably less success using your SOLIPSISM fetch modus, which doesn't hold anything unless you successfully PRETEND it does. Whenever you gaze into the mirror, your own IMMACULATE PULCHRITUDE in relation to the CRUDE PHANTASM that is the rest of the universe causes your EXISTENTIAL SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF to collapse, causing your fetch modus to completely discharge its contents. Since your castle walls are almost completely covered in mirrors, you rarely carry objects around for very long.

The construct of sophistry and illusion that purports to be your lusus is a TRITIUM ECHIDNA, which mostly spends its time burrowing around in the earth surrounding your castle, leaving trails of RADIOACTIVE SOIL in its wake. It is gruff and unfriendly, and it likes to hunt trespassers via ground vibrations, sucking them into the earth and DEVOURING them. As such, you never have many visitors, which is precisely how you like it.

Your trolltag is evanescentInfinity and {You speαk in α solemn, melodrαmαtic ωαy, complete ωith αn αnnoying lαugh αnd "αir quotes." Wαhαhαhαhα~!} ⊆ ∞

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Title: Magus of Glory
Land: Land of Sprawl and Quicksilver
Moon: Prospit
Blood Colour: #24008F
Text Colour: #24008F
Lusus: Tritium Echidna
Fetch Modus: Solipsism
Strife Spectibus: PyrotechnicsKind
Symbol: The Sephirot
Quirk: Replaces uppercase and lowercase A's with Greek alphas; replaces lowercase W's with lowercase omega, replaces uppercase Os with uppercase omega
Battle Theme: "Disintegration"*

*not really

[Korporal Kael]

>Be the schizophrenic one.

ThAt's nOt ImpOrtAnt rIght nOw, Ok?
Your name is KALPAC SEETHE. You are 7 solar sweeps old. You are very skilled with many varieties of BLADES, though your best weapon is a SICKLE, (which can break into DUAL SICKLES),even though you won't admit it. Your SHADE LUSUS always does what is best for you, even picking career choices, even though you never wanted to be a THRESHECUTIONER. Your lusus is actually a mirror lusus, which means it can take on any shape, but it generally takes yours. It freaks you out.
When you were young, you lost sight in one eye due to a training accident. Or at least that's what you tell people. You carry your weapons on one shoulder, very peculiarly. You have an uncanny knack for SWITCHING MOODS. Sometimes you can be innocent and friendly, sometimes you can be silent, manipulative and sneaky, and rarely, you can go into fits of unforseen rage when you see a friend in danger. You have very few interests. You enjoy sparring and playing games with your friends, and occasionally you get pulled into another FLARP session, which you despise. Other than that you have few other interests. Living in ancient ruins kind of kills the creativity in you.
Your trolltag is adaptionMaster and yOU EnjOy crEAtIfy-Ing wOrds As wEll As EmphAzIzIng EvEry vOwEl.
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Name: Kael Stephanos
Blood Color: Teal
Gender: Male
Age: 7 sweeps
Lusus: A shapeshifting shadow
Strife Specibus: 2xsicklekind
Trolltag: adaptionMaster
Typing quirk: all vowels=capitol, ... before and after every sentence when manipulative, all capitols when enraged.
Title: Rogue of Time
Land: Land of Blood and Sand
Hue: 157

[inexplicableSigns]

>Be the cannibal
"nooo no no thaaat would be siiiiilly : D"
>Be the opposite of that?

"Stiiill wrong but CLOSE ENOUGH : 3"

Your name is VERTER TABERU and you kind of have a creepy obsession.

You really don't feel like beating around the bush, so you'll be perfectly honest and blunt: You enjoy being eaten. Cannibalised. Consumed alive. You are fully aware of how creepy this is, but you enjoy it way too much to stop.

Most trolls would be dead after suffering the massive damage you have, but your lusus is very special. You see, your habit is a direct result of the fact that you eat your lusus to survive. It regenerates at a ridiculous rate, and you've found that after eating it you regenerate as well. This process makes you very tired, so you don't eat very often. For someone with such a food based obsession you sure are skinny!

Moving away from your creepy obsession, you do have a few other interests. You recently picked up quite a few Troll Magic the Gathering decks, and you've been practicing almost non-stop. You are pretty good by now, and constantly on the look out for new cards to add to your collection.

You also have quite a passion for cooking, which is also new. You were never much for it before, but after promising your matesprit you'd try to eat more you've been looking up and practicing different recipes to make eating normal food a more appealing concept. So far, not much luck, but practice makes perfect!

You are also just a tiny little bit obsessed with keeping things in order. You organize things whenver you get nervous or excited. Most of the time this takes the form of messing with your cards, but you've been putting it to good use cleaning up your matesprit's hive lately. Seeing things out of order bothers you, but it doesn't drive you crazy or anything. You aren't insane about cleanliness, just very tidy.

You live in a nice quiet hive in the middle of the city, just a small three-room building. You keep it perfectly clean and organized except for the room that your lusus lives in, which is pretty much always a bloodstained mess. Not much to do about that.

Your strife specibus is set to knifeKind and you wield a Meat Cleaver. Your fetch modus is bite, which requires someone to bite you hard enough to draw blood if you want to pull anything out of your sylladex.

Your trolltag is consumedFlesh and yooou just get sooo excited about eveeerything : D

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Name: Verter Taberu
Age: 8 sweeps
Trolltag: consumedFlesh
Quirk: Extends vowels at random, ends most sentences with emote
Strife: knifeKind, Meat Cleaver
Fetch: BITE modus
Lusus: Tarrasque. Sweeps of being eaten have left it pretty much useless when it comes to fighting.

[Xanaomin]

^Willing prey?
It was bound to happen eventually.

[inexplicableSigns]

She hunts down cannibals so they will eat her, yes. Made in reaction to a joking comment "Well no one wants to be cannibalized!". I just had to do it.

[Xanaomin]

"Well no one wants to be cannibalized!"

Outside of the MSPA world, I personally know at least 24 people who love to get their characters eaten.
So that's not that true. :v